" I have grown so used to raised tents and evictions that I disguise my moving boxes as furniture. This way, if I am forced to leave in a hurry, I am packed before I even have to go. Look at them, propping up desks and night-stands, disguised in blankets and shawls. If the next place I find cannot accommodate my belongings, I learn to do without them. When the need for basic shelter eventually takes over the attachment of meanings to objects, sentiment is the first to go. No longer can one attach memories to monuments, or affection to architecture. Emptying the house cannot involve emptying the heart when one has to do it so often. "

― Tania De Rozario , And the Walls Come Crumbling Down